Any feminine voice speaking at such a moment would have startled Mr. Carlisle. What rendered this one so peculiarly disintegrating was the fact that he recognized it. Indeed, one might say that it had been ringing in his ears ever since the day, twelve months ago, when it had called him a two-timing piece of cheese - a remark which had been followed almost immediately by the descent on his frontal orbital bone of a large china vase.
(from Hot Water, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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